Cynophobia

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 I felt like falling to my knees, but my legs forced me forward. I looked around, hoping that the real creator would be standing in the room, but there was only one person.

"Cynthia... I've been looking for you for so long."

The creator did not had the calming voice of my mother.

"You are so smart, you even managed to escape my sights for two months."

The creator did not have the graying hair of my grandfather. His hair was blonde, his eyes bright blue.

He looked at me concerned. "Are you alright? I know you journey has been long and hard. I'm so sorry I didn't find you sooner."

I started to black out. Cairo quickly grabbed my arms to support me upward. Loki and Rags pressed against my legs to steady me.

He ran over to me, his eyes wide with worry. Cairo held me tighter when he approached. "Give her some space," he said through gritted teeth. I knew he was just as upset at meeting the murderer of billions as I was.

"Dad..." I choked.

His blue eyes brightened up. "Yes, you've finally made it back here. You're safe now."

I didn't even know where to start. I was at a lost for words. I wanted to scream, cry, and electrocute him with my pole all at the same time.

"What are you thinking right now?" he asked gently. He was standing about five feet away from me.

Overcome with anger, I lunged at him with my pole. He fell backwards and landed on the ground. Before I could hit him, Bella's teeth grabbed the my tank and she pulled me off. Orca stood between me and my father. The Strikers in the room surrounded us, ready to pounce.

He held up his hand as he sat up. "No no, I deserved that. She has survived for two months in the wilderness, I have come to expect this."

Loki and Bella held me back. "Did you think this would be some sort of happy reunion!?" I screeched. "You've murdered billions of people with this invention and you're sitting in here like a king watching it all happen!" I started shaking, my voice crackled as I whispered, "Why... What drove you into this madness?"

"Because the world was taken from me," he replied.

"The world was never yours! The world doesn't belong to anyone!" I yelled.

His eyes lowered from mine. "You are my world, Cynthia. After the drunk driver killed you, I brought you back to life. Your entire body was broken and shattered. The only thing salvageable was your brain. In my work of prosthesis, I was working on how to transfer the brain of someone into a robotic frame so people paralyzed from the waste down could walk again. I practiced on animals, then came my true test, you."

"What are you talking about? I wasn't killed, I was just in a coma," I argued.

"Your heart stopped. I was friends with a doctor at the hospital, he kept your brain alive in an oxygen tank for me to transfer. I took it here for safe keep while I experimented to see if it worked," my father said.

I shook my head. "Rags says Alpha is seven years old, you would have already known how to transfer brains. Stop lying to me."

"Alpha was alive when I preformed the procedure," Beckett explained. "That's why I had to test to see if it still worked on Loki here first. Both of you had similar cases. Hit by a car, heart stopped but brain waves continued, he was the perfect prototype."